......... we come like a breath of wind over the fields of morning. We go like a lamp flame caught by a blast from a darkened window. In between we journey from table to table, from bottle to bottle, from bed to bed.
Nightmare Alley
William Lindsay Gresham
1946
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Nightmare Alley adaptation
Spain Rodriguez 2003
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7140096-nightmare-alley
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